Chapter 2
Evelyn's POV
Two weeks ago…
Evelyn was all dressed for the nightclub party organized by one of the F4, Kevin. She was thrilled, knowing she'd finally get to see Liam — her long-time crush.For the night, she had ordered a show-stopping dress — a deep red, satin bodycon that hugged her curves like a second skin. The neckline plunged just enough to tease, and the short hem stopped well above her thighs, showing off her smooth, toned legs. Thin spaghetti straps rested delicately on her shoulders, and a daring slit along the side added an extra edge of seduction. Her heels were glossy black stilettos, adding height and elegance, while her soft curls bounced freely around her glowing face. She smelled like vanilla and temptation.
Her moves, beauty, and elegance drew attention from everyone. But she wasn't surprised — she was used to those glances.
"If only Liam would look at me that way," she thought silently as she scanned the room, trying to spot him. After all, he was the reason she had gone all out with her outfit.
"Ooh, there he is!"
She quickly walked toward him, adjusting her dress slightly to make it appear even shorter.
"Hey, Liam," she said with a warm smile, sitting close to him.
"Wassup, Evelyn?" Liam replied, barely glancing up from his phone.
"I'm cool…"
She felt a slight pang of disappointment. He didn't even bother to look at her properly.
"Well…" she continued, trying to hide her frustration,
"Where are your friends? Kevin organized this party, but I haven't seen him anywhere."
"They're probably outside with some girls. We're in a club, remember?"
Liam finally looked at her — just once. But there was no reaction to her beauty or dress.
It hit her again.
"Didn't he even notice me!? Doesn't he care?"
Her frustration grew. She had always thought Liam was just reserved, but now it felt like something else entirely. Like... disinterest.
In truth, Liam had never found parties thrilling. Nor was he captivated by flirtation or revealing dresses like the one Evelyn wore. Women — in general — didn't do much for him, and nights like this only reminded him why he preferred silence to seduction.
But Evelyn didn't know that.
She was frustrated now and knew she had to think fast.
"Well... Liam, we can have some fun too. Want to play a little game?"
"What game?" Liam raised a brow, curious.
"We can take more red wine… Let's see who drinks better."
Liam hesitated for a second, but then agreed. After all, he was bored and here to have fun.
"Alright, I'm in."
"Perfect," Evelyn beamed, assuming the gods were finally on her side.
One, two… ten.
Liam felt dizzy. He had drunk himself into a stupor. Evelyn, on the other hand, was perfectly fine — not even close to drunk. Her eyes still sparkled like a nightingale's.
"Ooh Liam, you're really not a good drinker," she teased.
Evelyn knew it was her time to strike. She moved closer to Liam, and this time, he couldn't avoid her. She leaned in slowly, caressed his arm, and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"What are you doing?" Liam asked, his voice low and tipsy.
"Liam, I'll help you to a room," she said softly.
She gently lifted him up, letting him rest on her shoulder, and helped him upstairs to a room he had booked.
She gently laid him on the bed and turned to pretend like she was leaving… but paused.
"Evelyn, I want you."
The words stopped her cold.
Her heart skipped.
She turned slowly, unsure if she heard right.
Did he just say that?
A rush of heat flushed through her chest, but so did a twinge of doubt.
He's drunk…
Does he even know what he's saying?
Does he really want me—or is it just the wine?
The logical voice whispered. But Evelyn shoved it aside.
She wanted this. Badly. She had imagined it too many times to count.
And now… it was right here, in front of her.
Liam's hand reached for her waist, pulling her onto the bed. His touch was firm, his breath warm against her neck. She melted into him.
His lips brushed her collarbone first — soft, hesitant at first — then stronger, needier.
Her skin tingled as his hands moved up her thighs, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he pulled her into him with urgency. His lips found hers—hot, desperate, unrelenting.
Her mind spiraled, caught between disbelief and hunger.
He unzipped her dress, the cool air kissing her bare skin. The fabric slid off like silk falling from a ribbon. She lay beneath him, heart racing, pulse wild, eyes wide with a thrill she had never felt before.
And when he pulled off his shirt —
"Yipe! This is too good… to be true."
His chest, carved like a sculpture, flexed with every movement. She ran her fingers along the tight ridges of his abs, craving more.
But then her eyes caught something… scars.
Faint but visible. Long and pale. Like the ghosts of past pain.
"Scars? On Liam?"
For a moment, she blinked. The almighty Liam — perfect, powerful, adored — marred by hidden pain?
A flicker of concern crossed her face… but disappeared.
Whatever those scars meant, they could wait.
Tonight wasn't about his past. It was about this moment — raw, intense, irresistible.
Liam wasn't gentle. He didn't need to be. Every kiss was filled with fire, every touch possessive, every thrust hungry. His body moved over hers like waves, drowning her in pleasure.
She didn't want him to stop. Not now. Not ever.
By the time he collapsed beside her, fast asleep, Evelyn lay there breathless, the room spinning with satisfaction.
She carefully slipped into her dress, stealing one last look at the man she had finally gotten.
It was a long night for Evelyn. Liam had driven her wild — fierce and passionate — just like she had wanted. She wished he could stay drunk forever.
But just as she was about to leave, she heard his voice.
"Evelyn, forget whatever happened between us," Liam said sharply.
Her stomach turned.
She froze.
He's awake?
Did he remember?
He didn't sound like someone who had been drunk the entire night.
Just as she was about to turn back and question him, she saw Brian walking towards the room.
Panicking, she quietly shut the door behind her and hurried off so he wouldn't see her.
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Liam's POV
Brian walked into the room and frowned at the mess.
"Ew… man, this is gross," he said, disgusted.
"Did you see Evelyn at the party?" he asked, glancing around.
"Evelyn? Not at all. Why would I see her?" Liam replied, trying to sound casual.
"I guess she wasn't present at the party, she could have frustrated her lover boy."
Liam knew where Brian was going with that. He has often loved to tease him especially with Evelyn. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Brian tossed one back, and soon they were in a full-on pillow fight, laughing like kids.
Brian's father used to work at The Kings, a luxurious company owned by Liam's father before his death. Brian had lost his mother during childbirth, and his father raised him alone — until he, too, passed away.
Mr. Liam had taken Brian in when he was just nine. Since then, Brian had been like a brother to him — his best friend, his ride-or-die.
They shared almost everything.
But this?
This — Liam had to keep secret. He knew Brian would never let him hear the end of it if he found out he'd slept with Evelyn. Especially since Brian knew how much Liam disliked women, and all it took was one night of drinks to break him.
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Now— two weeks later—
Evelyn pulled the covers over her head,her chest rising and falling with a mix of ache and memory.
She still felt weak remembering the night she has spent with Liam.
"Even if this was just a drunken haze for him...for me,it was everything," Evelyn thought clutching the bedsheet.